"Listen boys I don't want any trouble. I'm just passing through," she said carefully to the remaining members of the defeated army surrounding her. "Hear that, she doesn't want any trouble," the leader smirked evilly "well to bad I want …ah compensation for all my generals and soldiers you killed bitch!" The smile dropped from his face. "You spilled their blood now I'll spill yours.
*****Time skip*****
Three weeks…. that's how long she'd been here. She slumped against the grimy wall of the jail cell, her hands manacled above her head. It had been quite a fight for them to get her here. She had killed 15 before the overpowered her and took her to the first of now many torture sessions. It was always the same routine: sleep, torture, and repeat. Sometimes they gave her food. They couldn't have her dying before they had all their fun. She smiled grimly at the thought of how mad they would be if she died right then. The smile quickly disappeared as she slightly shifted and pain flared up all long her back, arms and legs. The last session had been particularly bad. They had used whips covered in glass and knives with a poison that intensified the pain. Some others even got the "pleasure" of avenging their lost friends with their bare hands. She was sure at three of her ribs were broken and the others were all bruised, not to mention the countless bruises, gashes and whip wounds overlapping on her back arms and legs. The heavy iron door to her cell banged open and she flinched at the light and loud sound, curling into an even tighter ball seeing the Leader standing in the doorway. "Unchain her and bring her to the courtyard," he ordered the guards outside her cell. Roughly dragged her to the courtyard and threw her against the wall were she slumped in excruciating pain. All the men in the courtyard stopped their chatter as the Leader addressed them, "The day has finally come when HER purpose has been served. She killed our family, or friends and now we shall have our final revenge" They all started cheering. The Leader turned to her and put a pistol to her temple. "Any last words?" he asked. "I'll see you in hell bastard," she croaked her voice hoarse from screaming. She glared, he smiled and pulled the trigger.
Darkness embraced her and she heard a voice, "It is not yet your time dear one. Your skills will be needed. You have endured much now rest."
She opened her eyes long enough to see a man with a black and a little bit of silver colored, braded beard looking down concernedly at her.
AN: This is first fanfiction so let me know if you think I should continue this.